Alessio looks like he’s about to pass the f**k out. His hands are shaking, and his big puppy-dog eyes are practically begging me to reconsider. I almost feel bad for him.
But this is about life and death…my life. And if I have to throw him under the bus to save my own ass, so be it.
“Who do you wanna call?” he finally croaks out.
I shoot him a look. “Who the hell do you think I wanna call?” I snap. “I need to get out of here. You heard your father…he wants me dead.”
Alessio shakes his head frantically. “He won’t be able to. My brother won’t allow it.”
I laugh. A humorless are you f*****g serious kind of laugh. “That’s nonsense. Your brother hates me. He’s controlling, he’s an asshole, and I’d bet my left tit he’d kill me himself if given the chance. Now give me the damn phone.”
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